start with? If anything, she had even more questions than before. Courtney reluctantly put the paper back where she found it and eased the trunk closed. Time was running out, so she hastily closed up the attic and made her way into the kitchen to heat the leftovers they were having that night.
She paced about the kitchen as she waited for the food to heat, randomly washing dishes, putting away containers, and performing any other tedious task she could find to pass the time. Just as she was about to start sweeping the non-existent dirt off the floor, her father’s voice carried through the house.
“Courtney, are you there?”
“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen. Dinner’s almost ready.”
Seconds later, both of her parents walked through the door. Her father gave her a quick hug. “Thanks, Courtney. How was school?”
“Good,” she replied. “We did some new acting exercises in Drama today.”
They both smiled, although she could swear the expressions didn’t quite reach their eyes. It was as though they were trying not to make their feelings about the last part of her day known.
“Sounds like you had fun,” her mother replied.
She opened the fridge and rummaged through the contents. Courtney watched as she pulled a pitcher of tea out and set it on the table. “Why don’t you go ahead and get cleaned up, and I’ll finish in here?”
“Actually,” Courtney said, “do you mind if I skip out? I’m kind of wiped and I’ve got a huge paper to start tonight.”
“Are you sure? You might have a lot of work to do, but you still need to eat.” Her father took a plate her mother handed him and set it on the table with a concerned expression on his face.
“Really, I’m fine.”
“I guess so,” her mother replied. “Just make sure you don’t stay up too late, okay?”
“Got it,” Courtney agreed. “See you guys later.” With that, she hurried out of the room, desperate to have the time alone to sort through everything she’d seen that day. She decided her next step was going to be searching for her birth announcement. She wasn’t inclined to go searching their room, so she decided checking the newspaper archives would be the best way to go. As far as she knew, her parents had never kept a baby book, and she’d only seen her birth certificate once, briefly. At the time, she’d been too young to really pay attention to it, but she remembered her parents had brought it when they registered her for school. Since that day, she hadn’t seen it.
Her plan set, Courtney decided to read for a while before bed to keep up the appearance of working. She kept a notepad open next to her in case they decided to check in on her. Before long, the words began to swim in front of her eyes and she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Courtney woke with a start. The hazy images of a dream clung to the edge of her consciousness, but she couldn’t focus on anything concrete. All she knew was the dream had left her with a vague sense of dread that took her a while to shake. She was still trying to get rid of it as she left for school.
She strode quickly through the neighborhood, determined to get a little searching in before class. The school library wasn’t the largest one in the area, but there was a great computer database and microfiche collection that could prove helpful. Courtney decided she’d start with the computer files first, since that note implied she might not have been born here as she’d assumed.
The bright light and chirping from birds that accompanied her walk only made her clench her teeth. How on earth could she enjoy the scenery with her mind going to such dark places? Courtney just hoped to be proven wrong. She didn’t even want to contemplate the alternative.
Courtney pushed the door open and walked inside, somewhat enjoying the quiet of the early morning. Not having to worry about bumping into someone was a nice change. She slowed her pace as she got closer to the library. Courtney
Aleksandr Voinov, L.A. Witt